Anna leaned back with half closed eyes. Trust you. Plain, wide-mouthed, freckled, and ugly, she was an instantly jealous creature, her saving grace that she took no pains to mask her extreme dislike 47 of petite, pretty girls. Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell.
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